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Review Summary: But something kept me standing by that hospital bed,
I should have quit but instead I took care of you. But something kept me standing by that hospital bed,
I should have quit but instead I took care of you.
You made me sleep and uneven, and I didn't believe them
when they told me that there was no saving you.
Whether The Antlers Hospice is “your style” or not, there is no denying Peter Silberman’s top notch lyrical skill. This album, The Antlers best, brings the listener from highs that keep this tormented man bound to his love; to extreme lows, experiencing hospital rooms, ghosts, loss, cancer, and every terrible thing in a relationship imaginable. You don’t have to have a loved one in the cancer ward to relate to this magnificent album, every lyric stands just as well on it own as it does as a whole, just as every song stands strong alone or in the album. Hospice creates atmosphere like no other I have yet to experience.
Anyone who has listened to this record with enough interest knows the drill,
guitarist/vocalist/lyricist, Peter Silberman locks himself in an socially isolated situation at the end of nightmare-like events and produces this dream concept album. The story the record forms, seeps of heartache through every last poetic twisted line. We watch unable to intercede as the protagonist is blamed by his loved one while her physical and mental health deteriorates in front of his eyes. As a listener, who hasn’t had someone that we wish we could save, but in turn when we fail, blamed ourselves? Not only does it relate to the theme of saving someone, but with lyrics like, “In your dreams I'm a criminal, horrible, sleeping around. While you're awake, I'm impossible, constantly letting you down” and, “Threats of castration for crimes you imagine when I miss your call” in “Atrophy", it connects with me personally on such a level with relationships that cant form trust. There is nothing here that isn’t perfectly placed delicately by a broken man.
If the sheer genius interpretation of life into lyrics isn’t enough for you to rate this albums five (I mean I could just read this as a book and it would be enough), then the subtle build and breaking bounds of sound must push you over the edge. Going from such a loud booming, pulsating sound, dropping to minimalist, calm voice, and acoustic, all in the restraints of one song proves that this album is one-of-a-kind. Silberman’s voice range is every bit as incredible in one style as the next.
Suddenly every machine stopped at once,
and the monitors beeped the last time.
Hundreds of thousands of hospital beds,
and all of them empty but mine.
Not only do the lyrics tell a story but they paint a beautiful picture that you can just barley place yourself in enough to be frightened by listening. Contrast of lively sound and haunting tales leave a mix a feelings that makes me as a listener turn into an utter mess. How could one man write bringing up such a mix of feelings??
My hair started growing, my face became yours,
my femur was breaking in half.
The sensation was scissors and too much to scream,
so instead, I just started to laugh.
So vivid it hurts. Silberman says, “I never wanted to create something hopeless." but for me, that’s exactly what this is. Silberman never settles on just one perspective and there is no happy ending. So left with a shift of timelines the only resolution is the removal of guilt. Hospice, stuck to repeat on my Ipod, leaves me extremely depressed, but its so addicting and applicable that it always ends up as my Facebook status.
I, as you can most likely tell, am completely in love with this album, I could go on about how every line has affected my perception on something new, and how every simple layered instrument is placed perfectly. But I doubt that after the fourth page any one would continue reading. So ill sum this up with, if you haven’t listened to it yet, do it. Now.
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Album Rating: 5.0
First review, i know its shitty...
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at the end of nightmare-like events
only this never happened.
Peter's character doesn't blame himself, Sylvia blames him (I personally think she's based off of Sylvia Plath).
barley
barely.
Going from such a loud booming, pulsating sound, dropping to minimalist, calm voice, and acoustic, all in the restraints of one song proves that this album is one-of-a-kind.
ehh.
The part about your facebook statuses is kind of witty. Cause I hate people that do that.
Also, the album doesn't switch perspectives at all... He meets her in the hospital as a hospice worker, he knocks her up, she gets an abortion, all while dying of cancer. Her father was abusive and led her to acquire some sort of personality disorder or extreme paranoia because she's always blaming him for shit that he didn't/doesn't do. Then she dies. The story is told as he wakes up from a nightmare, tells the story, then sings Epilogue.
Review was bad by no means, but it wasn't the greatest I've ever read. Especially for this album.
If that makes any sense to you.
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I was refering to an interview i read where he had some shitty stuff going on in his life, which is why he isolated himself to write the album. He said, "The album is based on something that happened right before I began writing it"... sorry i guess it kind of came out wrong.
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Ahh. It'd be good to clarify that then.
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And i didnt mean changed from person to person perspective I ment more, his and the protagonist's perspective on the situation changes... if that makes any more sense.
I probably shouldnt have wrote my first review on this (such an amazing album), I get what your saying. I was just really bored and wrote it up quick.
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Don't worry about it. Review isn't bad it's just a little short to really go in depth and explain what Silberman was doing with this album. You used lots of lyric quotes which was alright with me but it doesn't help a reader much when they don't know what else is going on with the music. If you need me to clarify I'll explain later. I await your next review sir.
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love this album
also love debating the actual storyline. for the longest time i couldve sworn sylvia was a dying little girl who fascinated the narrator to the point of obsession and fantasy to the point where he fell in love with the idea of who she might be rather than who she was.
or maybe its just his gf or something idfk
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Great review hun.
Don't delete it! It's definitely top notch for a first.
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You have to say that =p
I think I want do better for my favorite album.
I shoulndt have done it first.
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I always assumed the narrator and the patient knew each other beforehand (it mentions like moving here
together and whatnot in Two plus the whole storyline of Bear) but in Kettering it makes it seem like
the first time he walked into the hospital room was the first time he sees her so that always messed
me up.
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I don't have to say that! And seriously, maybe go through and edit it but don't delete it. It's too good.
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Yeah it deffiniatly seems like they knew eachother already at first, "When we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before, You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor"
How the heck do you even edit?
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There's a link on your profile
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Go to your main page and click on Edit My Reviews/Albums.
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ah, okay I see it now. Thanks.
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Well they met then they got married while she was diagnosed with cancer cause she can still live at home. You have to assume that she's had this cancer for a while (long enough for them to get to know each other and get married) then he knocks her up then she gets an abortion.
The story is being told after it happens not during (the referencing of all the nightmares and shit, especially in Epilogue).
On February 11, 1963, after carefully sealing the kitchen so her children would not be harmed, Sylvia Plath took a bottle of sleeping pills and stuck her head in a gas oven.
Plath made her first medically documented suicide attempt by crawling under her house and taking an overdose of sleeping pills.
"Pull me out... pull me out...
Can't you stop this all from happening?
Close the doors and keep them out.
Dig me out... oh, dig me out...
Couldn't you have kept this all from happening?
Dig me out from under our house."
-Sylvia
Think it's all a coincidence?
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Little things like that make this so fucking good
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Pretty much. That also solidifies the significance of Thirteen and Sylvia as intensely important tracks on this album. A friend of mine that really likes Sylvia Plath that I lent this album to pointed that shit out to me then I was like "oh shit".
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Nice review
I should probably listen to this I guess
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I should probably listen to this I guess
theres an album that Deviant hasnt heard? mind=blown
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